All language subtitles for Marvels.Agents.of.S.H.I.E.L.D.S04E04.720p.BluRay.x265.10Bit-Pahe.in

Previously on
Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D....

You've already met Aida,
as a voice on the computer.

I built her a body.

God, Lucy, look at you.
What happened?

We shouldn't have used
the Darkhold.

That book can help us now.
Fix us.

We're gonna find the book,
and stop anyone who tries to get it.

Stay away from me!

- She was touched by a ghost.
- We're gonna have to kill her.

Wake up!

There's a group called
the Watchdogs. They're hunting Inhumans.

And who knows
what kind of weapon they stole

from the energy lab in Pasadena.

What are you?

You know someone that worked
at that Momentum facility?

My uncle.

Uncle Elias Morrow?
Doing time at South Ridge Penitentiary?

He's a good man,
and he did a bad thing.

Going to go see him.

It checks all our boxes.

Hardwood floors, breakfast nook,
bay window, cosy and charming.

Yeah, well, "cosy" means small
and "charming" means old.

Where did you find this place?

An e-mail offer.

Honestly, it was almost
too good to be true.

This is the one, Fitz. I can feel it.

And it's, uh... It's definitely
within our price range?

Can one really put a dollar
amount on the perfect home?

Yes, one can, and we did.

And it'll be well worth it,
I promise.

Shame you can't be here.

My one day not working,
and you're in the thick of it.

Yeah, but I'm heading to Radcliffe's.

It seems you're spending
all your time there lately.

Does it? Uh, I guess so.

Trying to figure out a less deadly way
to cure our ghost victims.

Take lots of pictures!

You've got it. Plenty of pictures.

And good luck. I'll see you tonight.

- Love you.
- Yeah, I love you, too.

Hello?

I'm here about the apartment.

Is anybody here?

Daisy?

Sorry.
I had nowhere else to turn.

Eli, you've got a visitor.

- Who the hell are you?
- Agent Phil Coulson.

I'm with
the Strategic Homeland Intervention,

Enforcement and Logistics Division.

S.H.I.E.L.D.? Still a thing?

We're making a comeback.

I'm here about an incident that occurred

at Momentum Alternative Energy
Lab when you worked there.

Is there anything you can tell me?

There's not much information
out there.

Think tank working
on undisclosed projects,

and then there's an accident.

"Accident."

- Are you saying it was something else?
- I'm not saying anything.

I'm sure it wasn't easy growing
up where you did,

but you were 1 in 10 from your high school
to graduate from college

and the only one
to go on and get a PhD.

You worked hard to provide
for your sister and her kids,

so I think you're a decent guy.

Sure, some petty theft as a kid,
but no history of violence.

But then one bad situation
turned into a manslaughter charge.

I don't expect you to open up
to a suit with a badge...

Suits like you is why I'm in here.

But there's a chance, if you help me,
that I can help you get out of here.

Let me get that for you, Agent May.

Apologies.

That must have been annoying.

Incredibly.

Oh, speaking of which...

You seem to be feeling better,
Agent May.

No doubt in part to the care
Aida has given to you.

Aida's my assistant.
She's been tending to you since...

- Since the procedure.
- Procedure?

Dr Radcliffe stopped your heart
for seven minutes

in order to reboot
your central nervous system.

You did what?

Well, in order to quell the hyperactivity
in your reticular activating system,

we had to... very carefully, gently...
kill you. Just a little bit.

- I died.
- Yes, and came back.

- Killed, by Radcliffe.
- All for a good cause.

And hopefully,
we have learned a great deal

that will help us cure others
who have been similarly affected.

By killing them?

No, no.

Well, hopefully not.

Agent Fitz and I are working
on our chemical solve

for this... ghost virus.

But to do so, we need
to run a few more tests.

You're saying I can't leave.

Soon. We're close.

But Aida will be on hand
to help with further testing

and to take care of your needs.

Mm.

You can trust me with your life,
Agent May.

Whoever took this bullet out
did an awful job.

I don't get an "A" for effort?

You haven't been to a proper doctor?

You're hard to get
an appointment with.

I knew this place
was too good to be true.

You've been tracking
my search history.

Yeah, well, you were always
a sucker for a breakfast nook.

But don't worry,
the place is yours.

And it's rent-controlled now, so...

- You really should not have...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You also searched
for double-vanity sinks.

- Things with Fitz must be going well.
- Yeah.

Though moving in together
will put it to the test, I'm sure.

It'll be great.

I'm really happy for you.

Are you now?

Oh, self-medicating.

Those bone-restoration pills
you've been stealing

don't relieve pain.

Are you using your arm gauntlets?

They don't work perfectly,

but we specifically designed
them so that they...

They're not exactly incognito.
Stop mothering me, please.

There.

Now you can get back
to Lone Rangering,

- or whatever it is you've been doing.
- Not yet.

I didn't come to you
just for the Band-Aids.

I thought I'd kill
two birds with one stone.

Am I the bird or the stone?

- These are...
- Inhuman asset numbers

- and GPS coordinates.
- Why do you have these?

Snagged them from a group
of Watchdogs on my way here.

Got a bullet for my trouble.

They're hacking into S.H.I.E.L.D. servers.
That's how they find their victims.

Impossible.

S.H.I.E.L.D. servers are more secure now
than they've ever been.

They're held offline
in protected government facilities to...

Keep out people like me?
Yeah, well, they're getting in somehow.

And... I need you
to do the same for me.

You want me to help you hack
my own organisation?

Simmons, they're targeting Inhumans.
They are murdering us.

There are protocols, Daisy.
I take mandatory lie-detection tests.

I can't just voluntarily aid
a wanted vigilante.

What if it wasn't voluntary?

I've missed you too.

It's hard to lose people
you care about.

Believe me, I know.

Somewhere along the way,
something went wrong,

and colleagues of yours,
friends of yours, died.

I like to keep the past where it is.

Well, unfortunately, your past
has come back to haunt you.

Because your colleagues...

Turns out they didn't die that day.

What the hell
are you talking about?

They're alive,
and they've gained abilities...

abilities they're using to hurt people.

Doesn't make any sense.

Well, that's usually when
I enter the picture.

I'm hoping
you can help me understand.

Look, this is, uh...

I don't want to get involved.

I have to move on with my life.

Any detail, even if it seems small,
could lead us to something.

I can't talk to the only other
person related to this case

because you put them in a coma.

You're all I've got.

Just point me in a direction.

There's a direction for you.

- Stonewalled?
- Is it all over my face?

- Yeah.
- It was a first attempt.

I didn't think he'd be
the trusting type.

Besides, it's not easy to find out

your colleagues are back
from the dead.

Yeah, I can imagine.

- No way.
- What?

It's him, the matchstick guy.

- From Momentum Lab?
- Yeah, get in the car. I'm driving.

Oh, hell no.

What do you weigh, 210, 220?

That's not the extra weight,
it's your driving!

- You should've let me take the wheel!
- My car. I drive.

You wouldn't fit behind the wheel anyway.

- Duck!
- No, no, no, no!

Oh, you're gonna have to do
better than that.

Can't be a standard Magnum under the hood.
That's got to be at least a 426 Hemi.

Maybe admire his car after we catch him.
What do you think?

Yeah, we'll never catch him.

I told you, you should've let me fix
the flight functionality in this thing.

Don't worry. It's not gonna be
a problem this time.

I get his car now, right?
Isn't that how this works?

Okay.
Let's go over it one more time.

Is that necessary?

Yes, because we cannot afford
to slip up.

Okay. So, in that high-security building

is one of the Inhuman registration
information servers.

I'm aware of how my own agency
operates, thank you.

Every day at the same time,

Agent Elizabeth Albee brings a drive
with updated information to this location.

I'm to steal her I.D. badge...

So I can clone it and put
a fake identity on top of it.

And then, you're
gonna take this flash drive...

- Insert it into the server...
- And it'll give me remote access.

Oh, there she is. Right on time.

Okay, so we need to...

Simmons. Simmons!

What the hell is she doing?

Nailed it.

What do you mean you nailed it?
What did you even do?

I simply told Agent Albee

that there was new information
on the flash drive

and she's going to deliver it
with the rest.

That should give us access.

And how did you get her
to agree to that?

Well, technically, as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s
Special Advisor in Science and Technology,

she works for me.

I'm the boss.

There must be a way to synthesise
the necessary neurotransmitters

to regulate thalamocortical activity.

Or block reception altogether.

You know, a way to trick
the brain out of fear

and the resultant
physical strain on the body.

Hm. What I wouldn't have given
for that in primary school.

I used to get so nervous,
my eyes would all bug out,

and... And lose my breath.

Aida, she's out.
Why... Why... Why would she be out?

Oh, you're right. Your eyes do
all bug out when you get nervous.

Why are you not nervous?

Because I let her out.

- Are you mad?
- No, I'm just a scientist.

This is... This is a huge risk.

You can't... You can't
just parade her about.

No one's supposed to know
about her.

I know it's a risk,
but it's a risk we have to take.

You have improved
her social cues dramatically.

We are on the cusp.
This is the ultimate Turing Test.

I mean, who better
to put Aida through her paces

than the most discerning, formidable agent
that S.H.I.E.L.D. has to offer?

Fitz, art and science
have their meeting in method.

Oh, do... do not go quoting
bloody Bulwer-Lytton at me.

Fitz.

Hello, Fitz. Always nice to see you.

Hello. Um, how... What is...

What is... How is everything
going in here?

Still waiting for them to finish the test
so I can get the hell out of here.

Just assessing any last glitches
before we send May on her way.

Good.

We'll leave the women to it,
shall we?

Every Inhuman has a wristwatch,
an Asset Communication Device

that tracks location, vital signs,
et cetera.

I mean, it's for their own safety.

Yeah, how's that working out so far?

Well, I...

Elizabeth Albee came through.

Looks like an encrypted third party's
hijacking the stream of information...

As the devices send and receive signals.

So much for new security measures.

If they can tap into the data
directly, then they have...

Information on a lot of Inhumans.

I warned everyone on this list, but...

Let's just see
how many compromised names

you weren't able to...

Wait. I recognise that number.
Who is it?

James.

I haven't seen him since... Hive.

Right. Well, withdrawal from Hive's sway

- hit him even harder than you.
- I can imagine.

We did everything we could
for him, but, like yourself,

it seemed he couldn't get away
from us fast enough.

Only shows his face
at mandatory check-ins.

Thank you for your help.

It was good to see you.

Where are you going?

James is next on their to-do list.
I have to get to him before they do.

We have to get to him!

In case you don't remember,
that's my job.

I appreciate the help, Simmons,
but I can take it from here... on my own.

You can't have it both ways, Daisy.

You can't push us away and then
come crawling back, half-dead,

only when you feel like it.
It isn't fair.

You've already put a gun to my head.

We're in this together now.

So suck it up.

Damn. Not even a dent.

I wouldn't mind
having a superpower like that

for a day or two.

Hands off my ride, man.

The car is safe.

Your situation's a little more precarious.

You really think
this thing can hold me?

It's contained a lot more
dangerous people than you.

Is that a dare?

I've heard rumours
from your part of the world

about a man
with a flaming skull.

Always seemed like
an urban legend to me.

You've managed to escape capture
all this time.

And we nab you in a parking lot.

That's gotta hurt.

We got facts, too.

Robbie Reyes...
dropped out of Garfield High.

Took work at Canelo Auto
and Body to help pay the rent.

A halfway decent driver.

With a few bad habits.

Well, one really bad habit
of killing people.

Only those who have it coming.

From what I can tell,
that seems to be true.

Which makes you
a little more interesting.

Well, I have a code I try to live by.

And a penchant
for spontaneous combustion,

which, I must say, sounds painful.

How do you do it?
You're not an Inhuman, are you?

Why do you guys
keep asking me that?

Then where does your power
come from?

I made a deal with the devil.

Right. Okay. Just...

Okay.

Ghosts, devils...

You believe any of this stuff
we're dealing with?

I believe in God, so I gotta
believe in the other thing.

Well, in my experience, gods
usually turn out to be aliens.

Alien would definitely explain
the things he can do.

He was at the Momentum Lab
and showed up at the prison, too.

We're chasing the same things.

- You said Daisy trusts him?
- Maybe.

- Huh.
- Why? Why, what are you thinking?

Coulson!

What the hell are you doing?

I think it's time I make
a deal with the devil myself.

This is where James works?

Afraid so.

Well, whoever's running the
Terrible Ideas Division is crushing it.

Now, stop me
if you've heard this before.

Five-hundred-gram repeater,
ten shots of gold chrysanthemum.

I've seen it take
a man's arm clear off.

So if you boys
have got a death wish...

Mm?

- This bomb's for you.
- We'll take five.

Excellent choice.

Hello, James.

Uh, go see Sean.
Uh, he'll take care of you.

Agent Simmons.

How are you?

Surprised to see S.H.I.E.L.D.
at my doorstep,

and with the infamous vigilante in tow.

Quake now, isn't it?

I didn't come up with it.
But it's growing on me.

Burn the candle at both ends.

Speaking of burning, fireworks? Really?
With your powers?

Sean over there...
long-time smoker, 30 years.

He gave up last summer.

He keeps a single cigarette on his desk

as a constant reminder
of what he doesn't want to be.

- It's kind of like that.
- We're just glad to see you're safe.

Why wouldn't I be?

The recent Watchdog attacks.

They're finding their targets
by hacking into asset comms devices.

They can track your location.

So you think they're after me.

It's only a matter of time.

Take it off.

I wasn't really a willing participant
in this little security measure.

Mine doesn't come off.

Daisy.

- We have to get you out of here.
- Nuh-huh

I'm just trying to live
a quiet, normal life.

You don't understand.
That can't happen anymore.

The Watchdogs won't let you.
They are coming to take that life.

What's it worth, anyway, hmm?

I go from my rubbish job
to my rubbish apartment.

I got no family...

no reason to...

You know what that feels like,
don't you?

S.H.I.E.L.D. is here
to help you move on, James.

Or you can take a stand with me.

Fight back.
That's how you move on.

Take control of your life again.

I've got some stuff
to finish up, but, um...

meet me after closing at the
public-storage place next door.

Pod 212, second floor.

I got something that might help.

Damn, you two must be straight loco
letting me out of my cage like that.

Yeah, I was just thinking
the same thing.

I flame up, I can bring
this whole plane crashing down.

With you in it?
I don't think you'll do that.

Flying isn't one
of your special talents.

I'm opening a door for you, Mr Reyes,
both literally and figuratively.

- And in return you want...
- Same thing you do. Answers.

And your Uncle Eli has them.
That's why you were going to see him.

See, I think we're on the same side,
but I need you to prove it to me.

Prove you're not the demon
the stories say you are.

You saved a friend of mine from a guy
my bullets went straight through.

You're the only one we know
that can hurt those things.

So let's help each other.

Eli won't talk to us,
but he'll talk to you.

All we ask is that you let us
listen in on the conversation.

And if I say no?

Well...

then we open another door for you,
but we won't land first.

So, you see,
to cease the hormonal cascade

produced by the adrenal medulla

and prevent further
physical degradation...

You shut off my brain.

- Exactly.
- Mm.

I'm glad you understand.

Oh, that's the only thing
I understand.

The point is, even though
you may be feeling better,

you suffered some very real,
very severe brain trauma.

That said,
we're gonna have to keep you

just a wee bit longer
for further testing.

Just to track your improvements
before we release you.

Excuse me?

Agent May says you can shove
all your tests up your ass.

Well,
that's not very nice.

You speak Chinese?
Where are you from?

Well, most of me
is Chinese.

Canadian. She's a Ca...
She's Canadian, Ontario.

Yeah, yeah,
big Chinese population there.

She did move around a lot
as a kid,

- 'cause she's an army brat.
- Oh.

Um, Aida, if you could go

and ready the framework
for one last scan, please?

Of course.

You've been hiding Aida
from me.

It's too bad.

I like her.

No nonsense, just business.

Very impressive.

Yeah.

Yeah, they don't make them
like Aida, do they?

How's my baby doing?

You mean our baby.

Had to replace
the fan belt.

She's been overheating a bit lately.

Nothing to worry about.

- Your brother's good?
- He's good.

It's not Christmas,
it's not my birthday.

Can't I just come visit
my uncle when I want to?

Yeah, I got S.H.I.E.L.D.
and you visiting me on the same day?

Come on, Robbie.

They just want to help.

They just want answers.

Answers for what?

They say that this woman
that you used to work with

- is out there killing people.
- Is that what they're saying?

I'm just trying
to understand, man.

I only know what you told me,

that you put a beatdown
on your boss, that he deserved it.

Why? Who is she?

Dr Lucy Bauer.

Joseph's wife.

You put him into a coma.

What were they getting
into up there?

Madness.

They were the project leaders
of this privately funded think tank.

- Momentum Labs.
- Yeah. Next-level R&D.

They needed an engineer
to help them build their design.

They said they were very impressed
with me.

But what they really wanted was someone
who wouldn't ask too many questions.

And what were you building?

A Quantum Particle Generator.

It's a machine that can create matter
out of practically nothing at all.

That sounds... impossible.

Yeah, it's insane.

Defies all the laws of physics.

See, they thought
they were pushing boundaries,

and I thought they were playing God.

- And it blew up in their faces.
- Yeah, literally.

They should've listened to me.

The police said it was an accident,
but Joe made them move forward,

and it killed them,
killed the whole team, his wife.

Joe killed them.

I was so pissed
at what he'd done,

that I couldn't stop him.
But I just... I just... I snapped

and I'm doing the time.

You see, Robbie,
what I wanted was...

Revenge.

Why didn't you tell me
any of this before?

Because you were just a kid.

And I was...

I was supposed to take care of you
and I let you down.

But these are my demons.
They're not yours.

Robbie, Lucy Bauer isn't dead.

This accident must be how
she got her powers.

Find out where she'd go.
What is she after?

What is she after?

She's gonna go after the book.

- Book? What book?
- I don't know what it's called.

They say it gave them the knowledge
to build their machine.

It has all the knowledge

that anyone could ever need.

- They all read it?
- Yeah. They were obsessed with it.

This book is evil, Robbie.

I don't want you involved
with any of this.

Coulson.

We got to move.
We got a situation with an asset.

A volatile one.

Joseph.

Wake up, Joseph. I need you.

Wake up, please.

Wake up.

There you are.

Now, tell me... Where's the book?

What's going on?

Took a while to catch up
with you guys.

Had to get a head start.

We going after that book?

Not yet. Something came up.

Yo, listen, I held up my end
of the deal, all right?

Either we go and get after it,
or I take my car and I do it myself.

That's not how things work here.

We need to make a detour.

We could use your help if you're still
interested in our arrangement.

That depends on you.

May I ask you a question?

Of course. Ask me anything.

Why did Fitz lie to Agent May
about where I'm from?

You're still in the testing phase, Aida.

The point of you is to pass for human.
You must always act accordingly.

But you programmed me not to lie.

It's one of my tenets,

along with not harming humans
and being able to...

Well, lies themselves
are not always inherently bad.

Their intent can vary.

Sometimes, it's okay to lie

to shield people
from certain truths,

to spare their feelings
or to save a life.

Whose life was Fitz saving
when he lied?

Why, yours.

So, you're dragging James
into your vigilante quest.

Is he your sidekick now?
Quake and the Amazing Bomb Boy?

How about you go wait in the van?

- We're supposed to be helping him.
- I am helping him.

You've chosen to walk
your brooding path. Fine.

Don't drag him down with you.

I never tire of hearing
two women fight over me.

What do you have for me?
We should be on the move.

Oh. Well, that's a nice how-do-you-do.
You're gonna like this.

We keep a lot of our raw materials
here in storage.

Figure some explosives
might come in handy.

It's a start.

I could use a different type
of firepower right now.

I've got you covered.

Remember, I was lighting fuses long
before I was the fuse.

Maybe doing some good
will make you feel better.

I think it might. Yeah.

This is your plan?
Explosives? What is wrong with you?

This is not the solution
to anything.

The Watchdogs are killing people.

Violence, retaliation.
That is all they understand.

If I have to speak their language,
then so be it.

Hey.

Just take it easy on her.

She doesn't understand
what it's like...

To change, to lose everything.

I know. That's the point.

Don't move. Stay right there.

Put your hands up!

Easy.

Fight back, right?

Only thing is...

the Watchdogs aren't my enemy.

You gave them access to your watch,
let them hijack the signal.

You son of a bitch.
How could you do this to us?

How could you do this to me?

You're the one that turned me
into this freak of nature.

You were obsessed
with going through Terrigenesis.

I gave you what you wanted.

I didn't ask for this.
Hive? And bloody misery.

If I could take it all back,
I would.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is putting everything
into helping Inhumans.

Inhumans are a scourge.

The Watchdogs have the right idea,
so I struck a deal with them.

Help them hunt
and kill every Inhuman.

Hey!

Hunted like the animals that we are.

And I'm gonna be the last one to go.

You really hate yourself that much?

I don't hate myself.
I hate all of us.

I told you to wait in the van.

Catch them!

This is gonna be fun.

- Where the hell are they?
- Find them! Split up!

Gotta be here somewhere.

Are you all right?

I've been better.

- Thanks for the assist.
- Likewise.

Throw another move like that

and you're likely to break
every bone in your arms.

Yeah, I might've done that already.

How many shots do you have left?

Not enough.

It's a perfect night
for a little mayhem.

Wouldn't you say, Quake?

We have to get out of here.

You know, killing you
may not bring me peace...

but it sure as hell
will feel good.

I'm on fire.

Well, a little more than usual.

Huh.

I don't know
who the hell you think you are,

- but you just made a big mistake.
- Funny.

I was gonna say the same thing...
without the accent.

Robbie?

Take the stairs, find Agent Coulson.

- Coulson?
- Go.

It's time to pay for your sins.

Let's head back up, check it out.

Not smart to fire a gun in here.

That makes six.

No telling how many more are around.

They're like cockroaches,
these guys.

Oh, Coulson.

- Simmons.
- Just in time.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- We came to find James.

We thought he may be targeted
by the Watchdogs, but...

"We"?

That's exactly why we're here.

His GPS signal went out,

so we came
to his last recorded location

and found it overrun
with these guys.

Check that back room.

James turned on us.
He's working with the Watchdogs.

Then it's a good thing
we brought Robbie Reyes.

Fight fire with fire.

That's a saying, isn't it?

I won't let you take me yet!

I will be the last one to die.

Did two fire dudes just drop into
a warehouse full of fireworks?

You had to see that coming.

Let's go! Go, go, go!

You said alive, right?

Thank you for saving
Simmons and I back there.

You're welcome.

Are you gonna say anything else?

Nothing else to say.
I'm just glad you're safe.

- The Watchdogs are...
- The Watchdogs took a hit.

They continue to be a threat,

but we have to put them
on the back burner for now.

They're not gonna stop
just because we...

We have a more pressing
threat on our hands.

Sorry, but for me,
nothing is more pressing than...

Look, I know you two
like to work alone,

settling the scores
that are personal to you,

but that's not how we work here
at S.H.I.E.L.D.

We work together
to keep everyone safe.

From things like this.

Is that the book my uncle
was talking about?

I think so.

- Well, you know where to find it?
- No one ever has.

Not Daniel Whitehall,
not the Red Skull,

not even Nick Fury himself.

He's an old friend,
sort of a mentor, really.

But they all went looking for it.

It's called the Darkhold.

It's been referred to
as a book of sins,

a book of spells,
infinite knowledge.

I don't know what it is, but I do know
that it's in all of our best interests

to keep it out of the wrong hands.

That shipment you were tracking
in Los Angeles.

Yeah, I thought it was a weapon.

- In the form of a person.
- Lucy Bauer.

Who your uncle said was playing God.
Now she's after it.

So you may want to be solo,

but forces beyond our control
are driving us together.

You don't need us? Fine.
Right now, we need you.

Do you have any idea where to start?

Joseph Bauer,

the man Robbie's uncle said
was at the centre of all this,

he's been in a coma all these years.

Well, he just woke up.

I would like to thank you again,
Agent May, for all your help.

Yeah, we know the tests

were obnoxious enough
to make you want to hit someone.

Just glad that person wasn't me.

- Need a lift?
- Desperately.

It's good to see you back
in fighting form.

- Dying takes a lot out of you.
- I've heard.

We should start a club,
get some T-shirts made up.

We got a problem.
I need you with me on this.

You know I'm in.

- Thank you for your help.
- It was my pleasure, Agent May.

I don't think we've met.
Phil Coulson.

- Agent Coulson. I'm Aida.
- My assistant.

How long have you been lending a hand
to our friend Dr Radcliffe?

Since he gave me hands.

Wow. Impeccable work.
I'm a fellow amputee.

What happened,
if you don't mind me asking?

Not at all. I've actually
been this way since birth.

Thank God for Dr Radcliffe
and Dr Fitz's work.

- Couldn't agree more.
- Hey.

Now I see why you've been spending
so much time here.

What?

- Aida. She's beautiful.
- Is she?

Ah, yeah, she is all right, I guess.
I prefer a classical beauty myself.

She's so real.
Her conversational responses,

her range of motion...

Those are weird things
to say about a person.

Fitz, she's an android.

You do know she's an android, right?

Yeah, of course,
I know that she's an android,

because I helped out.

Why do you think her dynamic
reaction force is so low?

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Well, I wanted to.

Obviously,
you can't tell the new director,

and what with your lie-detector
tests becoming more frequent,

who knows the next time they're
gonna call you in and then...

Tomorrow. It's tomorrow.

Well, that's not good.

This is one lie
you're gonna have to tell.

Actually, I'll have a few.